Seconoria.
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It was a rare and welcome reprieve as today the night sky was speckled with stars that twinkled like distant jewels and the moon was full different from the relentless rain that had besieged the kingdom for months, and the crisp, clean air was a refreshing change.
Nestled in a secluded corner of the camp, away from the flickering flames of the main fire, Theodore and his best friend, Connor, sat together at a small, wooden table. The table was cluttered with half-empty mugs and a bottle of dark, rich ale. The wooden surface was worn and polished from years of use, and the gentle clinking of their mugs punctuated their conversation.
The pair leaned back in their chairs, their faces illuminated by the soft moonlight and the occasional flicker of a nearby lantern.